a dream in the unknown

It's happening again. The Circle. The whispered conversations. The Voices. The Tears. The Looks. The hesitant questions, probing for answers. Answers to comfort, answers to calm. The Searching. It's not reassuring. Au contraire. The future looms ahead like a clouded day, fog obscuring the mind, the eyes, and the mind's eye. What happens next is a result of the future. My whole life is at stake. Both mental and physical. The success is determined young. Let's take a walk on the path of the Maybe. It may be one way, it may be the other, but it's always straight. This is the place where Dreams are no longer a safehaven. Where the best Dream is to stay and be still, like a quiet object in the rushing moments of life.